❝ For some reason or another the universe, or some really wonky magic, has decided that you needed to swap bodies with another person! It could be because of any number of reasons but here you both are and you need to fix it! Freak out, fight, or have freaky/weird sex. Whatever it is that you do make sure to HAVE FUN!! ❞
***
Let's just say it's some mechanical transporter thing gone crazy bananas. One moment, they're just fine, being bros in the mansion or some such. The next, there's a flash of blue lightning and he's her and she's him.
READY SET GO.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
He did notice the shudder, however, and he frowned although he had the distinct impression that it ended up being more like a pout. Her lips were thicker, felt different. Her features were more delicate, and less imposing. It was irritating. He longed for his own body, his own gestures and expressions. He felt suddenly inarticulate without them, as if half of his language skills had been lost. In all likelihood, they had. He couldn't recall French or German, or Italian, or Transian, or Roma, or any of the languages he knew he knew. Spanish was, however, very readily supplied.
"Well?" He said finally, peering over to see her where she was looking at the machine. "Does it look broken?"
no subject
She paused then, looking up at Pietro peeking over her shoulder. It was bizarre to see herself from this angle, to see herself as the other saw her. She looked so... not old exactly. But she looked tired, worn out. The lines on her face weren't from smiling. They were from years of worry and stress. Bobbi never would have noticed them if not for seeing herself through Pietro's eyes. Suddenly she felt hypercritical of herself.
"Wait a second," she said, voice dropping a little. "How come you never told me I look like crap?"